Dear Prudence,
Recently my father asked me to fix his laptop. In doing so I discovered a bevy of incest porn, and not “step” incest, either. I was disgusted and had trouble looking him in the eye ever since (I’m his daughter). I immediately flashed back to middle school when a couple of my friends told me the way he kissed them on the cheek makes them uncomfortable, and some other memories that seem different under this light, like visiting sex workers to ostensibly provide “medical care.” I always thought he just had a big heart. Finally I asked him about it and he lied through his teeth, spewing every excuse from a computer virus to accidental clicks. Is there a way I can disregard this information? I don’t watch incest porn, so I can’t imagine being totally divorced from the concept. But I know porn is in part an escape and fantasy. I find myself uncomfortable being alone with him now knowing he has erotic tastes for family members having sex. Am I overreacting?
—Freaked-Out I.T.